He stares out the window
Blank as a canvas
Made up in the sun light
And swirling smoke and ash
He waits for a breath now
Takin’ his time
He sees an eternity
In the blink of an eye
And for him this life is made of time and choices
An endless blend of vistas
Pain to pride with memories
The here and now about to him
To only serve one purpose
To keep your peace
He stands in the doorway
Quiet like yesterday
With the goddamn thought become a mystery
And nightmares locked away
He looks like a gun man
But his view is much too wide
For such a solution
So he fights
Without a six gun on his side
And all the while the stars and moon shine brightly
Outside the desert wails occurs of rage and jealousy
And yet tomorrow comes along
And shapes to serve his purpose
To keep your peace
